All Strings Attached

Chapter 4

"Choke on your sandwich" Saint muttered and hit him with his elbow. Luckily, they saw people getting into the bus so they ran for their lives and got into the bus.

"What a way to digest breakfast" Win complaint, settling down on his seat with Saint sitting besides him.

"Getting up early wouldn't kill you" Saint replied, still panting.

Win ignored him and yawned loudly, stretching his body and hitting Saint on purpose.

They reached  their class and the whole day went by busy. Win would pat his jeans pocket from time to time, checking if he still have bright's wallet. He smiled. Would Bright be able to figure out where Win go? Ofcourse he would! There is only one college around the old garage where Bright works.

As soon as his last class ended. He packed his stuff when his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and it was a text from his older brother Type.

"I am waiting for you around the main gate"

Win smiled and replied him with simple okay and walked out of the class.

Type was looking around, smiling at the students passing by, discussing their plans for their evening or some discussing their notes.

Suddenly he felt a hard body colliding into him, making him stumble. He balanced himself and immediately turned back to look at the person.

It was a lean guy with cold eyes and frown on his face. Type looked at him, expecting him to apologise but instead he glared and muttered "Get out of my way"

"You should watch where you are going"Type replied with a frown, his voice calm but stern. The boy just ignored him and walked away. Type hated people like him . He kept looking in the direction that boy went when suddenly he heard a familiar voice

"P'Type!" Type smiled and looked in the direction his baby brother was coming.

"How come you are here?" Win asked as soon as he came closer "Weren't you supposed to be with dad?"

Type looked at Win with smiling eyes and replied "I wanted to see you at college. You don't fool around here, do you?"

"I don't phi! " Win whined and walked along his brother"Don't believe in everything Dad says na"

Type nodded "I believe in you. But you have to put yourself in dad's shoe too. He is just worried about you"

"I doubt that" Win replied, pouting " He don't care about me at all. He just wanted a son like you , someone he could brag about among his friends"

"Win , dad loves you too. He is just worried about you getting in trouble. He never asked you to join police force. You can focus on being someone you want to be" Type advised, his hand on Win's shoulder. Win opened his mouth to say something but Type cut him off with annoyed expressions and said "And before you ask again no Win, You can't be a stripper"

"But you just said I can be whoever I want to be!" Win complaint, his face shows he was hiding a mischievous smile.

"This is why dad stays mad at you" Type said, pinching Win's nose. Win laughed and pointed towards the gate "Can we wait here for a second? I texted Saint and he said he'll meet us there in a minute"

"Alright sure" Type said and they both stood by the gate. Win looked around , his stomach rumbled. Luckily there was a local stall outside campus where an old man was selling roasted corns.